Sabrina Friesen, a therapist with us at Bergen and Associates, sent me a link this week to a blog entry that I found pretty cool…it said, in part:
That’s when my body started talking to me.
You’ve got to trust me.
When I am hungry I will tell you.
You’ll hear it in chambered echos, grumbles and moans.
DON’T FEED ME, until you hear my call.
When I am lonely I will tell you.
A lump will well up in your throat, like you’ve swallowed cotton and tears will form in your eyes.
DON’T FEED ME, try making a connection with the fine collection of friends you love.
When I am anxious I will tell you.
Your heart will beat fast, your breath will struggle to leave the lungs, and you might feel full of fire.
DON’T FEED ME, instead sit down and fight for those breaths, let the oxygen pour into you–clearing the veins and vessels, close your eyes, identify the fear that is squeezing you.
Gawrsh…speaks pretty plainly, but plaintively about listening to one’s body…and responding appropriately.
It’s not so obvious, though, is it?
I know I don’t think so.
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